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A Demonic or..True Democratic Rant....

A Demonic or
True Democratic Rant…..

Democracy a myth
scratched on deceit,
religion controlling
wheels of our minds.
As children they bring
us up to greet,
false gods, totems,
or a cross of kinds.

Pretending that
we have a chance,
to reach the
cookie jar of truth.
Regaling us with stories
of romance,
images dropped from
a photo booth.

We suck it up hungry
for knowledge,
eager brains on the alter
of the half wit.
They spit it out from
universities or college,
into our insatiable gorging
lips around the tit.

Rewarding those most
agreeing with gold coin,
some are induced onto
the conveyor belt of lies.
Taught the words or
funny handshake that join,
religion oversees,
all preceding pie
in the skies.

Creating their soldiers, toy
soldiers to enforce control,
beating down the rebellious
with media or sword.

Larcenous removal
from property then to goal,
laws quickly decreed
propagating the absurd.

Remember, our silence
gives them licence.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Barred....Bard ... bared..or heart felt..
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Comments

It's got energy...and a definite point of view.

I wonder what this other, more enlightened world would look like from you eyes.

some day, tell us that part of the story too. (if you please)

these last couple of pieces of yours seem to have something a little different about them.
I like this difference, even though I can't define it

I enjoyed the read

Al

Thank you, you have set me a task that i hope to achieve. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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right up to the last two stanzas

then it turns from a rant (and a really good one that makes people pick up and agree) to a plea.. which (imo only of course) tames it down somewhat... and i, at least, am left with an old ‘yea-yea, old hat’ feeling...

i feel the poem would be so much more powerful if you stopped at ‘propagating the absurd.’
and then finished with ‘remember our silence gave them licence.’

just in my opinion, i think to be left thinking there, rather than be led to the ‘let’s fix it’ thought, is more effective

love the write, great word usage and rhythm, as per your usual

love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Looking at what you said, i went back and tried what you suggested and am pleasantly in agreement with you. But taking a part of what Al suggested above, i think the peices removed from this poem could be a part of this process. Thank you for your suggestions and kind words. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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